Celine POVThe room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the unspoken fears of everyone present. Queen Nymia’s gaze lingered on me for a moment longer before she leaned back in her chair, her expression contemplative. King Thorne, too, seemed lost in thought, his eyes narrowing as he considered the implications of our request.“There is no doubt that the situation is dire,” Queen Nymia began, her voice measured. “But we cannot ignore the potential consequences of granting you the flower. The curse that plagues the family of this werewolf princess is one that carries the seeds of madness. Should you cure her and allow the bloodline to continue, what assurance do we have that this madness will not spread? What if the wolves, in their madness, turn on the innocent and slaughter them?”Her words hung in the air like a dark cloud, and a murmur of agreement rippled through the council. The fae were cautious by nature, their long lives making them wary of any action that could upset th
Sebastian’s POVThere’s been a shift, and it worries me that Celine is drifting further from me and closer to Dolton. It feels like there shouldn’t be a reason for it, but deep down, I know there is.Lately, I’ve been completely consumed by the evidence we’ve gathered on the werewolf king, leaving Celine and Dolton to spend time together. Part of me knew she missed him—she’d spoken about him often before he arrived, and I could sense that longing in her. So, I stepped back, giving them space to reconnect. But now, I fear I’ve made myself an outsider. Sure, we’re together at night, but it’s not the same.We need to find the right balance, and right now, there isn’t any. Dolton is with her full-time, while I only get to be with her at night—when he’s there too. I wonder if the age difference is part of the problem. When she’s with Dolton, they laugh and enjoy themselves, but with me, everything feels so serious.I need to figure out how to step out of 'King mode.' I make everything so i
Sebastian's POVWe arrive back at the hotel, and I immediately notice that Dolton isn’t here. The guards at the door mentioned he went out for a walk, giving us some time alone. My eyes drift towards the stack of files on the desk, and the King in me feels the urge to dive back into work. But I resist. Not today, and not so soon. Today and tonight, I need to focus on something more important than the werewolf issue—I need to focus on Celine.I walk into the living area, where Celine is already curled up on the sofa, picking out a movie to watch. As I sit down beside her, she looks at me with a mix of surprise and curiosity. I can tell she’s not used to seeing me like this—choosing to relax instead of burying myself in work. I’ve spent so long building walls between us, prioritising my duties over her, and it’s time to change that. She should come first, always.Without a word, I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer, feeling her warmth against me. My fingers trace gentle pattern
Celine POVI’m still pressed against Sebastian when the door creaks open, and Dolton steps in quietly.“The Fae's Royal Guard is here,” he whispers, his eyes darting to the door he’s just closed. The carefree Sebastian vanishes in an instant, replaced by the commanding presence of the King. Without hesitation, we moved to get dressed.“Did they say why?” Sebastian asks, his voice low and controlled.“For Celine,” Dolton replies, his voice barely above a whisper. “Queen Nymia has requested that she join her for supper and a discussion.” He glances at me with concern. Once we’re dressed, Sebastian opens the door, and the guards step inside, their expressions unreadable.“Queen Nymia has requested that Celine join her for supper,” one of the guards repeats, his tone formal.Sebastian forces a smile, though I can feel the tension radiating from him. “That’s fine. We’ll prepare and join you shortly.”“Alone,” the guard clarifies, his gaze steady.Sebastian’s expression hardens, and his hea
Celine POV16th BirthdayMy mother drags me, and I try to keep up but fail."Mum!" I cry and try to pull free."Hurry up, Celine!" She growls, and her hand shifts into a paw."I don't have a wolf!" I cry and try to be quicker and keep up, but I fail and fall. She growls and drags me up from the floor. I'm not sure why she hates me right now. She knows I have no wolf, so moving as quickly as her is impossible.We reach the door, and it opens. The man peers at me momentarily before pulling my mother into a hug."I missed you," he whispers and kisses her. "Come in. We will introduce her to the boys," he says before stepping back and giving us space to enter. My mother drags me forward, and I almost fall, using my hand to steady myself."Celine, I'm Richard." The man shakes my hand, and I get flashes of images of him and my mother together in bed. I try to pull away, disturbed by what he is thinking."Hi," I whisper, finally freeing my hand from his grip."These are my sons. Wes, Dolton,
Celine POV21 YEARS oldI'm tired. For the past week, the brothers have barely left me alone. My body is exhausted. When I came here, I was with my mother, but she died.Richard kept me, however, so I've stayed as their slave. The brothers and my mates...I don't know how to feel about that. On my eighteenth birthday, they each used my body. It became a recurring thing.Sometimes, only one of them would come in at night, and other times, all three would use me together. I'm their mate, yet I have no power here.The only benefit to being their mate is when others try to touch me. They refuse to allow it to happen. They never told others I was their mate but ensured people knew I was theirs and only theirs in that way.I wonder how bad things would have been if I wasn't their mate. Their father didn't care when men would feel me up and try to drag me into rooms to use me. It was always the brothers.So I know if I weren't their mate, I would have been used by everyone.The sound of the d
Celine POVDolton stays close to me. My hands stay wrapped around his neck as I peer up at him. I want to tell him I will see him and work out a way to see him every day, but it isn't possible. He knows that, and from what his brothers have said, there's no way we can be together.His fingers thread through my hair, pulling my head back so he can reach my neck. His lips move across it, and I feel someone behind me. Their hands pull quickly against the fabric of my dress, ripping it from my body and falling to the floor.I feel like crying. I got into that routine of fighting them and refusing them. Now, though, I wish I could go back and fully embrace every moment with them, as I'm not sure if I'll have any other moments like this in the future.As his mouth reaches my collarbone, I whimper slightly, feeling Wes behind me. His hand grips the back of my neck, and I find myself pinned between him and Dolton.Every touch seems to be more intense, and it's like my body knows that after to
Celine POVMy body is tired, and I'm in Dolton's arms. He holds me against him. His fingers stroke along my spine. I'm too tired to move, to talk or anything.I would be asleep, but their whispered voices kept me awake just enough. They seem to be arguing over whether they can keep me here."Father may agree," Dolton says. His voice is full of hurt, and I want to tell him I'll be fine. I want to say to him that I'm getting my life back. He may not see me again, but I'll have a life and always remember him."Father will not agree. Remember why she was sent here? Remember why she is different? Do you think Father will agree?" Alex argues with him. I'm glad their father won't agree to keep me here. I want to be free. It wasn't until I came here that I learned my mother had hidden me. We moved often, and she would keep me locked in houses or similar.I never had a life, I never had freedom; she told me that the thoughts I had and the images I saw made me a target. She warned me people wou
Celine POVI’m still pressed against Sebastian when the door creaks open, and Dolton steps in quietly.“The Fae's Royal Guard is here,” he whispers, his eyes darting to the door he’s just closed. The carefree Sebastian vanishes in an instant, replaced by the commanding presence of the King. Without hesitation, we moved to get dressed.“Did they say why?” Sebastian asks, his voice low and controlled.“For Celine,” Dolton replies, his voice barely above a whisper. “Queen Nymia has requested that she join her for supper and a discussion.” He glances at me with concern. Once we’re dressed, Sebastian opens the door, and the guards step inside, their expressions unreadable.“Queen Nymia has requested that Celine join her for supper,” one of the guards repeats, his tone formal.Sebastian forces a smile, though I can feel the tension radiating from him. “That’s fine. We’ll prepare and join you shortly.”“Alone,” the guard clarifies, his gaze steady.Sebastian’s expression hardens, and his hea
Sebastian's POVWe arrive back at the hotel, and I immediately notice that Dolton isn’t here. The guards at the door mentioned he went out for a walk, giving us some time alone. My eyes drift towards the stack of files on the desk, and the King in me feels the urge to dive back into work. But I resist. Not today, and not so soon. Today and tonight, I need to focus on something more important than the werewolf issue—I need to focus on Celine.I walk into the living area, where Celine is already curled up on the sofa, picking out a movie to watch. As I sit down beside her, she looks at me with a mix of surprise and curiosity. I can tell she’s not used to seeing me like this—choosing to relax instead of burying myself in work. I’ve spent so long building walls between us, prioritising my duties over her, and it’s time to change that. She should come first, always.Without a word, I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer, feeling her warmth against me. My fingers trace gentle pattern
Sebastian’s POVThere’s been a shift, and it worries me that Celine is drifting further from me and closer to Dolton. It feels like there shouldn’t be a reason for it, but deep down, I know there is.Lately, I’ve been completely consumed by the evidence we’ve gathered on the werewolf king, leaving Celine and Dolton to spend time together. Part of me knew she missed him—she’d spoken about him often before he arrived, and I could sense that longing in her. So, I stepped back, giving them space to reconnect. But now, I fear I’ve made myself an outsider. Sure, we’re together at night, but it’s not the same.We need to find the right balance, and right now, there isn’t any. Dolton is with her full-time, while I only get to be with her at night—when he’s there too. I wonder if the age difference is part of the problem. When she’s with Dolton, they laugh and enjoy themselves, but with me, everything feels so serious.I need to figure out how to step out of 'King mode.' I make everything so i
Celine POVThe room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the unspoken fears of everyone present. Queen Nymia’s gaze lingered on me for a moment longer before she leaned back in her chair, her expression contemplative. King Thorne, too, seemed lost in thought, his eyes narrowing as he considered the implications of our request.“There is no doubt that the situation is dire,” Queen Nymia began, her voice measured. “But we cannot ignore the potential consequences of granting you the flower. The curse that plagues the family of this werewolf princess is one that carries the seeds of madness. Should you cure her and allow the bloodline to continue, what assurance do we have that this madness will not spread? What if the wolves, in their madness, turn on the innocent and slaughter them?”Her words hung in the air like a dark cloud, and a murmur of agreement rippled through the council. The fae were cautious by nature, their long lives making them wary of any action that could upset th
Celine POVAfter I finished practising my magic and shifting, we climbed back into the cars and continued our journey toward the Fae Kingdom. My muscles ached from the exertion, and the magical energy within me still buzzed, a reminder of the power I was only beginning to tap into. Yet, despite the fatigue settling into my bones, Sebastian insisted we press on. He explained that we couldn’t afford to stop, not even for a short break. There was a chance that Alpha Ian was following us, likely to demand our assistance. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I wasn’t ready to face the werewolf king for Ian, not if he was the one who had me taken and sold.Sebastian reassured me that Ian didn’t have the same resources we did. He would be forced to stop each night to rest, something we had the luxury of avoiding. This gave us a crucial advantage, though it was little comfort considering the weight of our mission. The tension in the car was palpable; everyone was lost in their thoughts as
Celine’s POVWe’ve been on the road for two days straight, covering miles of terrain without a single stop longer than a bathroom break. Normally, this kind of travel would wear anyone out, but Sebastian’s cars are far from ordinary. They’re designed to transform, and with the press of a button, the backseat turns into a bed. This setup has allowed me to rest during our journey, nestled between Dolton and Sebastian. It’s a strange comfort, though—Dolton, who used to be so hesitant to touch me, now seems to have overcome his fears. Sebastian either joins us or watches from a distance, which only adds to the complexity of our situation. The car’s confined space doesn’t exactly help either, making things even more intense.Every night, I make a point of doing something to ease Dolton’s anxiety. His nerves have been on edge ever since this journey began, and I’ve learned that quick, spontaneous moments help calm him. As soon as we’re done, we clear away the bedding, restoring the car to it
Celine POVI’m not sure what time it is when I wake up, but something must have stirred me. The room is dim, bathed in the soft shadows of early morning. I blink a few times and realise I’m sandwiched between Sebastian and Dolton. Sebastian is sleeping soundly beside me, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, while I can feel Dolton’s warm presence behind me, his arm draped protectively over my waist.I don’t know when Sebastian came to bed, but I have a feeling his excuse to check on Joseph was more about giving Dolton and me some space. The thought is comforting, but there’s an undercurrent of restlessness in my body that I can’t shake. I feel too warm, almost feverish, and the heat is building in my stomach, spreading through me until it pools between my legs. I try to shrug off the blankets, but it’s difficult when they’re tucked around me, held down by the weight of the two men on either side of me.The heat is becoming unbearable, and a growing sense of discomfort urge
CelineI remain silent, letting the weight of the conversation settle on Dolton. I haven’t really thought about how our relationship would evolve, but I know it’s possible. My past before Sebastian, before he saved me, was filled with complexities—relationships with multiple men, sometimes all at once. It was a life I knew, a part of me that I had accepted long ago.Even before I was sold, Dolton and his brothers had shared me, often at the same time. So, the idea of being with them together wasn’t new or unsettling for me. But I can sense this will be different, especially for Sebastian and Dolton.Sebastian, though, seems almost eager or at least open to the idea. He speaks up first, his voice steady and confident.“You wanted to discuss how this would work, and here we are,” Sebastian says, then pauses, giving Dolton the space to respond.Dolton hesitates, rubbing his face as if trying to clear his thoughts. “I apologise, I... I’m just in shock. I never thought you would agree to s
Sebastian POVI take a deep breath and sit down, facing Dolton with a resolute expression. “We need to leave early, long before anyone has the chance to notice,” I begin, my voice low and firm. There’s no way I can trust that Alpha Ian won’t follow us or create some kind of disruption to force me to stay here and solve his problems.Dolton meets my gaze. Concern etched on his face. “How early are we talking?” he asks, his tone mirroring my seriousness.“Before sunrise,” I reply without hesitation. “We have to be gone before Alpha Ian or his men realise what’s happening. He’s growing increasingly desperate, and if he catches wind of our departure, I have no doubt he’ll do whatever it takes to stop us.” The unease within me is palpable, a knot tightening in my stomach at the thought of what might come if we’re not careful.Dolton considers my words. “And how long will it take to present the evidence to the King in exchange for his daughter? Could we do it early morning, and then Alpha I